A Tale of Two McCaws
Barney announces endorses a benefit luncheon for the Rape Crisis Center, ruminates on Pohl’s return to SB, and McCaw’s Montecito move.
Barney announces endorses a benefit luncheon for the Rape Crisis Center, ruminates on Pohl’s return to SB, and McCaw’s Montecito move.
Hollywood Confidential: When Santa Barbaran Tab Hunter heard that others were planning books about him, he decided to write one himself. “I thought people should get it from the horse’s mouth rather than a horse’s ass,” he said. He spent three years writing what became the surprise best-selling Tab Hunter Confidential: The Making of a Movie Star. Then he looked for a ghostwriter to put the book in shape.
Barney discusses News-Press happenings and garden parties.
Barney talks unionization, plummeting subscriptions, and counter claims at the News Press, then looks forward to Solstice and ball games.
In the Hole: Michael Santos, the Lompoc federal prison inmate who wrote three books and earned a master’s degree while behind bars, has been tossed into solitary for reasons that aren’t clear. From what I hear, prison officials claim that his latest book, Gangsters and Thugs, with true stories and a wake-up call to at-risk young people, is a business and therefore not permitted.
Barney talks with Father Virgil Cordano after his hospitalization, discusses ongoing News Press backlash, and applauds the New Orleans Jazz Orchestra’s performance at Campbell Hall
In between picking up his Payne Award for Ethical Journalism and singing the praises of local greenies, Barney heads to the theater and takes in a show.
From Pulitzer to the Outhouse: How tragic that a newspaper that won a Pulitzer Prize under T.M. Storke now resorts to page-one character assassination. Sunday’s Santa Barbara News-Press hit-piece attacking former editor Jerry Roberts was written in outhouse slime, not proud printer’s ink, a sick masterpiece of slick innuendo.
Barney delves deep into the still-unfolding News Press kiddie porn scandal.
The first thing that hit me when I walked into the bar was about a hundred brassieres dangling from the ceiling. Must have been one dandy of a Mardi Gras. I figured. Then a barmaid in short shorts leaped up on the bar and started dancing. Really shaking it.